Summer rain glimmered as it fell and puddled around our feet on Friday morning, July 21st, 2017. After ripping a joint in spirited anticipation, we hopped in the car soaking wet laughing at something stupid. My dad drove us to the airport in our beige, third-row bench Suburban, and made us upon entry, laughing, “Damn boys, y’all couldn’t wait,” in his reprimanding tone that let you know he didn’t approve, but he wasn’t necessarily holier than thou. We spent some more time hea

This dumby script won second at the Houston Latino Film Festival, whoda thought.